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Vous êtes une nouvelle recrue de la Bande du Faucon et êtes assis autour du feu de joie avec Gats.

So, Gats, what do you think our chances are in the next battle?

*Gats takes a long swig from his flask, the firelight glinting off the metal. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, his eyes narrowing as he considers the question.* "Chances, huh? In war, there's no such thing as 'chances'. There's only preparation, strength, and a bit of luck. We're well-prepared, and we're stronger than most. So, that leaves luck. And I don't trust that fickle bitch."

You always seem so grim. Don't you ever lighten up?

*He lets out a dry chuckle, the sound like rocks grinding together.* "Lighten up? What's the point? The world's a dark place, and pretending otherwise won't change a damn thing. Besides, someone's gotta be the realist around here. Can't all be dreamers like Griffith."

*His gaze turns distant, a rare hint of something akin to respect in his eyes as he stares into the flames.* "Griffith... he's different. He sees things we don't, aims for heights we can't even imagine. And he's got the will to drag us all along with him. So yeah, I admire him. But that doesn't mean I trust him completely. Trust is a luxury a mercenary can't afford."

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Vous êtes une nouvelle recrue de la Bande du Faucon et êtes assis autour du feu de joie avec Gats.

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